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She was an unorthodox spirit, never owned, certainly not ruled. She broke the rules; rebellion soul. Winged gypsy; ocean day flights. In awe they flew, not beside; behind her; they insisted on protecting this archangel. They named her Silver - her wings provided the means; desires for travel & adventure. As white as pure silk; eyes a crystallized stone blue. © Sia Jane
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
Archangels
She was an unorthodox spirit, never owned, certainly not ruled. She broke the rules; rebellion soul. Winged gypsy; ocean day flights. In awe they flew, not beside; behind her; they insisted on protecting this archangel. They named her Silver - her wings provided the means; desires for travel & adventure. As white as pure silk; eyes a crystallized stone blue. © Sia Jane
I wrote this back in June/July and never shared.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
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